May 7, 2020
Time: November 2Xth, late afternoon Location: Celeste’s auto shop Status: for @celestewilliams
“It’s funny –” Mercy starts, swinging the car keys around her index finger, back pressed against the passenger door of her mom’s beat up old hatchback. She surveys what she can see of the auto shop – cars parked or hiked up on hydraulics; tools and chatter; a whole busybody world Mercy lives tangential to, never interacts with until cases like this, when her Mom’s engine goes tits-up on the main road, and frankly, fucks the rest of her day.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been in here before. Are you guys new?”